Streets کے بول

It's getting dark too dark to see I need a place where I can rest my feet I sing, the city falls asleep I'm thinking about you, do you think of me? Streets walking down these empty streets Buses, empty seats I need you Eat, go to work and then to sleep Dreaming about you Streets walking down these empty streets Buses, empty seats I need you Eat, go to work and then to sleep Dreaming about you My lips, my voice, my hands are yours I passed your window and I feel your ghost I sent you letters, read your post I wonder why I kill what I love most Streets walking down these empty streets Buses, empty seats I need you Eat, go to work and then to sleep Dreaming about you Streets walking down these empty streets Buses, empty seats I need you Eat, go to work and then to sleep Dreaming about you